<h4>Chapter 869: The Truth about Eight Years Ago (17)</h4>


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    On the surface, Shen Liangchuan certainly didn’t look sick at all.


    Hisplexion was radiant and he was in the best mood. His self-control was so perfected that one couldn’t tell if he had slept.


    It was only when there weren’t people around that he would let his weakness show.


    Qiao clenched her fists tightly as she thought about it.


    The more he behaved this way, the greater her heart ached.


    She had stayed awake on purpose the night before.


    Just lying there, not moving till daybreak.


    The minutes and seconds crept by at an unbearable pace, making a moment feel like an eternity. That feeling was terrifying.


    She had only stayed awake for a night, but he had not been able to sleep for more than two weeks.


    –


    Qiao Lian had arranged to meet with Song Yuanxi at the psychologist’s clinic at 5 p.m.


    At 4 p.m., Qiao Lian went to the clinic and waited outside it for two hours. There was no sign of the girl.


    The psychologist was concerned and asked, “Perhaps Ms. Song decided not toe?”


    Qiao Lian clenched her fists, as though remembering something.


    Song Yuanxi hated her.


    Hence, she would do whatever it took to make her feel awful.


    Actually, Qiao Lian realized that asking Song Yuanxi for help this time had been a bit much.


    And now, would she really not turn up?


    At this thought, Qiao Lian picked up her cell phone and dialed Song Yuanxi’s number. The call was connected very quickly.


    Qiao Lian sighed with relief and asked, “Yuanxi, where are you now?”


    The moment she asked this, she heard a man chuckle softly and say, “I’d like to know that too. Where has she gone?”


    Qiao Lian was taken by surprise and asked, “Who are you?”


    “ording to her, I’m her boyfriend.”


    Qiao Lian widened her eyes. She asked again, “Where’s Song Yuanxi?”


    “I don’t know.”


    “Her cell phone is with you. How could you not know?”


    “Oh, she ran away this morning.”


    Ran away?


    Where to?


    Just as Qiao Lian was puzzling over this, she heard a sounding from the end of the corridor.


    Turning around, she saw Song Yuanxi striding towards her!


    With a sigh of relief, she quickly disconnected the call.


    Song Yuanxi exined unhurriedly with a straight face, “I came from the airport. There was a traffic jam.”


    Qiao Lian nodded to show she understood.


    Then she pointed at the psychologist’s office and said, “If you don’t wish to tell me, please tell the psychologist, ok?”


    Only if the psychologist knew where the problemy could he find a way to fix it.


    Song Yuanxi nodded.


    Qiao Lian sat down outside the psychologist’s office.


    She felt as though a cat was wing at her inside.


    She wanted more than anything else to know what had happened eight years ago, how Soul Fighter had died.


    But now she had to control her urges.


    She sat outside for a long time, and the door finally swung open.


    Qiao Lian got onto her feet in a snap.


    She looked intently at Song Yuanxi and asked, “Is there a conclusion?”


    Song Yuanxi cast her gaze downward and said with little expression, “Why don’t youe in?”


    Qiao Lian frowned and followed Song Yuanxi into the psychologist’s office.


    The psychologist adjusted his sses and pointed to the chair opposite him. He nodded at Qiao Lian and said, “Please sit.”


    She sat down and asked, “Doctor, is there a conclusion?”


    The psychologist nodded and answered, “Yes. We found the problem.”


    Qiao Lian looked at him and asked, “Well, what is next?”


    The psychologist frowned upon hearing this and looked at Song Yuanxi.


    Then he stood up and said, “I’ll leave the room for a while. You both can have a chat.”